Ghost Town

going to a
that has been
burned down-

i will shake hands,
with those
sunday walkers,
with rosaries
that melted
in their hands,
as the flames rose

where jesus strode
marching with match
sticks and gasoline,
before throwing
himself into the fire

we will share a coke
and some chicken
noodle soup to lighten
the moment,
before it rains

and their ashes wash
away from my hand.

by Anthony Liccione

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